Boracay, Philippines

So far loving the Philippines, arriving in Clark and meeting some kind Mexicans that asked us where we were staying, we told them we had no plans but thought we'd head to Angeles (the nearest town) to which they told us we would be landing ourselves slap bang in the red light district and that they lived in Manila, (the capital) two hours away if we wanted a lift, so we ended up hitchhiking to the centre of Manila which was great. The following day we headed for the mall, caught up over a pizza and booked 4 flights, the first one for the following day.
The morning of the flight to Boracay we woke up, walked to the 7 eleven and witnessed a kid hanging his bum over the curb holding on to the lamp post while he took a poo! Children ran around naked begging us for the drinks we were drinking, it was pretty disturbing so on our way out we gave some of the families a few of clothes we were throwing out to make our bags lighter and some drinks.
As the Philippines is made up of tiny islands it's all pretty old school, and we were told we were only allowed to bring 10kg baggage as the plane was a 30 seater with propellers! They even have a counter at check in that weighs passengers - always promising!
We arrived at the airport and as expected things went a bit t*** up! Even though both Zaida n I gave some stuff to the homeless and left a huge bag of clothes each at the hostel to pick up in two weeks our bags were still to heavy, but with a bit of luck we were allowed to pay extra for the weight as the flight wasn't completely full. We went to board the plane and was sat in the shuttle bus outside the plane to be told because of the weather conditions our flight had been cancelled - I have to point out that the weather could only be described as a light shower, if that!
So we were taken back to the waiting area and given some food so things were looking up over all, next thing you know they are shoving us on a flight to kalimo and we would be getting an 2 hour bus to Boracay beach on arrival. The whole thing was storm in a tea cup really, we arrived safe and sound and drove through a beautiful Christian town that looked like something out of the 1950s.

Philippines is so different to the rest of Asia in a lot of ways, the whole Christian thing for starters, normally when you met someone of Asian race you expect them to be called something like Ting, Lin or Hong but all the people we have been meeting are called names like Linda, Bob and John! It's pretty funny to see and they all seem to want to greet you by calling you Mam ( which they clearly don't realise is a term westerners use to refer to old women!) and I'm pretty sure that isn't just a tourist thing either as we are the only white people I've come across in the past 3 days being here.

Anyways, looking forward to some snorkelling and relaxing on what is suppose to be one of the best beaches in the world over the next few days then continuing the island hopping to Cebu on the 25th :)